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*coughs and sneezes*
Being sick sucks.
But. Mainlining half a season of B5 produces fun results. Palmetto and I attempt to write crack crossoverness (spoilers through season four of both BSG and B5)
eta: G'Kar and Marcus: the Buddy Cop movie? The only thing more awesome is Steven and Marcus: Fumbling Resistance Members.
But. Mainlining half a season of B5 produces fun results. Palmetto and I attempt to write crack crossoverness (spoilers through season four of both BSG and B5)
eta: G'Kar and Marcus: the Buddy Cop movie? The only thing more awesome is Steven and Marcus: Fumbling Resistance Members.

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IT REALLY WAS. Seriously, it never got old. There could have been a whole series of:
Marcus: :-D
Steven: *headdesk*
Marcus: ;-D !!!!!
Steven: "I hate you."
Marcus: *sings*
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Man. Um. Zack Allen + Boomer = ?
"You're not from around here," Zack guessed.
The woman--Cylon, they'd said--snorted. Sharon Valerii shifted on the balls of her feet, still feeling antsy, with this new alliance. With this new place. Maybe Cavil had been right, once upon a time.
Zack held out a hand, smiling cheerfully, "Zack Allen, Security."
"I--" What name should she give? She settled for the truth, "Sharon Valerii. But call me Boomer."
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*gets all shippery*
"How did you go about it, anyway?" Marcus asked, his voice considering and very curious.
Amused at the openness in the Ranger, Sam shrugged, "Go about what?"
"Getting the woman you love to marry you?"
Sam's eyes widened slightly and his grin slipped free, "I didn't ask her."
"You didn't ask her?" Marcus appeared confused, as though he'd been hoping for something rather more useful and concrete.
"Nope. She asked me."
Well. Marcus grabbed the bottle they'd been sharing and downed a large shot of it. Apparently, this whole wooing business was far more complicated than he'd ever considered.
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I think I'm in deep love with this universe.
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"You gave her a gun."
Zack looked up from his console, "Gave who a gun?"
"Kara Thrace," Sam prompted, "About so tall, blonde hair, looks like she'd kick your ass if she decided to?"
"Oh, yeah. Commander Ivanova thought it'd be good to have your people approved for our weapons." Zack gestured his stylus at Sam's side-arm, still peace-bonded. "Yours'll cut holes in the hull."
Sam looked down for a moment, then snorted, "Batten down the hatches, then. Kara likes shooting things."
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"Minor," replied Adama, hands folded over the report Sheridan had passed across his desk. He grunted, "What's Captain Thrace done now?"
"I believe the question is more, 'what hasn't she done?'" Sheridan said dryly. "It's all in Mr. Allen's report."
Adama almost sighed. "I'll have a talk with her."
"I'd appreciate it," said John. He shook his head, "I hesitate to suggest it, but perhaps if she were banned from the station for a time, that might help?"
A sound that might have been a laugh escaped Adama, and he shook his head.
Obviously, he thought there was no hope for Starbuck. Sheridan was pretty sure he was right. Which was amusing, even if it did cause difficulties.
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"So, tell me, Mr. Adama," Morden smiled amiably across the table at the younger man, "What do you want?"
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"With your people joining our patrols around the station, that may lessen the risk to your fleet as a whole," Delenn said. She carefully made a notation before glancing over at Laura Roslin.
The President of the colonies nodded, "Most of our refugees have been briefed on the conditions of our provisional treaty. We'll stay aboard our ships, except for scheduled field trips. Meanwhile, our people and yours will look for a suitable planet for us to start a colony."
"Exactly," Delenn smiled, "I feel as though this is a new beginning for many of us."
"Hope is a good thing."
"It is sometimes all we have," Delenn agreed.
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hrm. *ponders what else*
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(I have nothing else, right now. My brain is dead)
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it's been a blast, and I look forward to it. ;]
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